Letter from Elizabeth Stoddard to Julia C Dorr
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Letter written by Elizabeth Stoddard to Julia C. Dorr, dated May 4.
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329 E 15 st May 4th Dear Julia As it doub[t]ful when Stod- dard will get round to you, I will drop you a line to tell you that Harry's photo walked in a day or two after your letter - I never should have known it - S thinks he sees a look of you in it, I cant, he is not as handsome as you are - But I never care to see a photo of a person I have not seen -never being in- formed with the electric inner light called out by collision with speech and look of others, it fails to tell me the truth. It must have been dreadful to you to suffer from an eye trouble - we who grow to love letters more and more with age - the loss of sight, or ability to read is terrible. Stoddard works so hard that I should not be surprised to see him tumble down any day - All that stands between us and nothing are his head and pen. Except that we have gifts of things that cover over the surface of the pits. It is very painful to me to have Larry in the durance of a shop - no liberty at all - no time. Be thankful every fibre of you, that you can let your boy choose what he chooses - Larry ought to be apprenticed to art - he has that within capable of the highest training - Without it he will not be what he might. I would like to leave New York for good - I have done with it. I want to go back to Nature. a leaf must take the place of a child, a tree a man - its whole blind, progressive growth and change the race. Did you read the Nameless Noble Men - as pretty an American story as was writ. I have been reading an article on Hardy's novels - and was so struck with it - It asks if a reader ever took the trouble to make an extract from Trollope or Mrs Oliphant - and if we remember the individuals of so many popular novels, as to make them live like the characters of Scott, Austen, Thackery, George Eliot - Is not it true - I like Trollope, love Mr Oliphant - and yet no man no woman in them lives in my mind - It is a fact of Hardy, that whether you like them or not, you dont forget his creations - Have you got green at all in Vt - here the parks are just blushing into a pale lovely ver- dure - my little garden is just laid down with roots - Ah me, I expect to be shut in all summer - along- side these brick houses- I cant even go down to Fathers his house will be full - Larry only has 14 days- and I must stay with him - I have just had an invitation from Sorosis, to a reception given by them to Mrs Lamb on the finishment of her history! I wont go - why should a person who publishes a book have a reception - lowly ways. You tickle me and Ill tickle you association - Isnt Carlyle beaten [written alongside paper fold] over the step with many stripes. Oh if I could only see such justice meted out to authors while living - would we not have a [ wild ? ] literature while a truer spirit - I only meant to write a note. Remember me to S & H I am alone or the boys would send regards. Yours EDBS this is a copy of a typed transcript of the previous 3 pages
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